Sherlock + his face while looking at John and Major Sholto
There they are. Such good friends. Hmph.
John can’t really care that much about him. Not as much as he cares about me, at least. Of course not! I’m his Best Man! His best friend, no less! REMEMBER, JOHN? I’m your best friend, not him! Who does you love and care about most in all the world? Me! ME.
I’d never even heard of this Sholto before the whole wedding fiasco. What sort of “friend” can he even be?
Minor blast from the past, that’s all.
Old obligation, perhaps?
Nothing to worry about.
Best friend still equals me.
Me, John. Me, I’m right over here, by the way.Your best friend. Your Best Man.
Look at him, so happy. He’s never that happy to see me. Is he. Is he?
Former friend, more like. What’s Sholto here for, why’s he come back? If he used to be friends with John, well, that’s all fine and good, but John’s mine now. He’s my best friend. Best Man over here, remember? No. Just some old…acquaintance.
Someone who used to be friends with John. And isn’t now. That’s not going to happen to me. I’m his best friend. He loves me.
It is going to happen to me, isn’t it.
No. He didn’t love Sholto the way he loves me. That’s all.
But why has Mary heard so much about him? Why does John mention him to her but never to me? Aha! That’s meaningful, surely, because–
…well, I do tune John out from time to time, is it possible John mentioned him and I opted not to pay attention? Damn. He does tend to natter on at times. Could be that.
No. I’d have noticed, if John spoke so highly of someone else, surely. I would have noticed. I would have been–
Mary, are sure this is the one John’s talked about? This one? Are you sure he wasn’t talking about me and you just misunderstood? He talks about me all the time, doesn’t he?
Why does John talk about him when he should be talking about me? I’m his best friend. Me.
Most un– no! How could he think THIS man is the most unsociable? That’s me! Me! I’m the most unsociable! Major Sholto! He joined an organisation, that’s got people in it. Not like me. I’m a freelancer, I deal in dead people because I’m so very unsociable. Most unsociable! Bah. Why would John say that? HOW COULD HE FORGET ABOUT MY EPIC UNSOCIABILITY?
Look at John. So happy. Bouncing around like a puppy. Sholto knows how to play hard to get, I suppose. That’s cheating. It’s not charm if it’s only interesting in very small doses spread out over a number of years. Ha!
I’M STILL BEST MAN, SHOLTO. YOU MIGHT GET THE SEXY SALUTE, SURE, BUT I GET TO BE HIS BEST MAN.
BEST FRIEND OVER HERE. ME. UNSOCIABLE ME.
I AM THE FIRST, MARY. I AM THE FIRST AND ONLY CONSULTING DETECTIVE OKAY.
I need a drink.